Nagendra looks on with the hungry eyes of a youngster that yearns to see more. He is too young to understand the full scope of what this drama means, but it is action. It is power. He drinks in visions of bared teeth and striking hooves. The twisting of bodies at war is like an elegant dance he would someday love to learn.

Too small to fully understand is too small to hold his own when guided by his grandmother and then his mother. The colt is roughly directed away from the gruesome battle scene and herded into the security of a nearby thicket. There, he huddles with his sister. As soon as Hannah turns her back, he whispers with awe. "DId you see that, Bella? DId you see them fight?" He pins his ears and bears his teen in imitation of Warsaw, and bites at the air in front of them.

He opens his mouth to say more but is interrupted by new voices, speaking in tense and angry tones. His ears turn, alert, but not afraid. The colt stands firm between the entrance to the thicket and his sister. He wants to protect Bella. He wants to fight. He can't decide which desire is stronger.

The golden stallion that clashed with Tarek pokes his head into the thicket, murmuring taunts that do little to phase the bold young colt. Nagendra stares the stallion down with mischief written across his small face. He sticks out his tongue, and blows a big raspberry right into the bachelor's eyes.